No Question about Who's in Charge Around Here

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This was posted outside the kitchen this morning.

Translation: Do not make my lunch, because it is Hot Dog Day.

Comments

cool mum said…
Super cute, and my kind of girl. I love hot dogs! But, school cafeteria pizza may rank right above it. Yum. Did you end up making her lunch anyway?
February 25, 2009 at 6:31 PM
Loren Eaton said…
Sounds reasonable to me ...
February 25, 2009 at 9:36 PM
Amy said…
Cool Mum - NO, of course not. Hot Dog Day has been circled on the lunch calendar for a month. We are still taking heat for sending her with a lunch on "Golden Chicken Nugget" day last week. Obviously, she was just being proactive, and protecting us from her wrath.
February 26, 2009 at 10:02 PM
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